. . . means that in the three years that Spouse and I have lived in our home, we’ve never lost power. Never. This is despite the best that Michigan has thrown at us. We assume it has something to do with the fire station, but we could be wrong. Working under that assumption, I say a little “thank you” every time I go by it. You see, part of my frugal living strategies includes freezing a lot of food. We purchase meat in bulk from local farmers, I buy flour in bulk whenever I can get my hot little hands on a sale, and leftovers or big meals go right into the freezer to be pulled out on a lazy night sometime in the future. I’ve become inordinately fond of these food stores . . . I haven’t quite started referring to them as “my precious-es”, but sometimes I come perilously close. If I were to lose power for a long time, it would be quite detrimental to both my mental state and stomach. So if someday you find me in my garage dishevelled, sobbing, and with an armful of dripping, smelly food goods . . . you’ll know our luck finally ended.